Literati and writers–oops!–RIDERS of bull!
Rick Perry’s side-kick (that would be Gary Clark) decided that the hot sun in Texas was a little too much for Granny, so he’s done brought her to the beach here by the towers that are A Word with You Press.
Granny has entered our contest–be afraid–be very afraid, if you didn’t write that! Gently open the “Contest” box on the menu bar, and try writing a piece yourself. You just might win a hot time with Granny.
Here is granny’s entry, transcribed by her no good grandson Gary Clark.
Call 760 967 9673
by Gary Clark
Me and Catlow was down at Cheater’s Bar playin’ pool one night. Grandma was across the room sittin’ in on a game of five card stud, wearin’ one of those little green visors. She had a healthy stack of chips stacked up in front of her.
She got up to go to the little girl’s room and when she saw the ‘Out of Order’ sign on the door, she walked in the guy’s room and shooed all them guys out so she could take care of her business.
Then suddenly the boy’s room door swung open and banged against the wall. With the fires of hell burning in her eyes and steam boilin’ out of her ears, she stomped up to me and grabbed hold of my boys like they was peaches ready to be plucked. She jerked me away from the pool table and tugged on the boys, and I followed her without askin’ no questions, doin’ a tippy-toe dance kinda like somethin’ from the ballet.
She pointed to the payphone on the wall. “For a good time call Grandma – BR-549”.
“YOU,” she growled, giving the boy’s a hard twist to the right.
“I didn’t write that,” I squeaked.